If it’s hot, you might burn,
if it’s cold, you might get sick.
Be careful, my dear.
Don’t go near the water,
beware of cars and strangers.
All you ever do is worry about me.
You keep growing weaker, yet why?
Don’t worry about me.
Are you eating well?
Are you sleeping enough?
You always ask me.
Every time still treating me like a child,
I would get annoyed and snap at you.
The words that once felt like endless nagging,
now I can’t find them anywhere in this world.
The painful love carved so deep into my heart
even through tears, I didn’t understand.
While wandering in the heat of life,
hiding myself in the cold world,
I should’ve understood your worries sooner,
realized your sincerity above all else.
The grace of giving birth and raising me
how could I not know?
If I ask you, “Do you love me?”
you say nothing at all.
But the tears that fall tell me everything: I am your love.
Now I finally understand them all.
I love you